1. Norah
"Hey, I know this is going to sound strange, but would you mind being our singer for the next five minutes?"
What did he just say?
For God's sake, can Dev arrive to band practise on time for once? Every time I tag along with Nick to his band practise, I regret it. It's in Thom's bedroom/parent's basement. There aren't any windows, just a single bulb swinging from the ceiling, which I never fail to hit with my head when I forget that the room is only 6 ft high.
Thom speaks up, "Yeah, Dev just text me saying he can't come yet. Now, no sex jokes intended, but he has never come on time."
"It's not hard. All our songs are about fucking men anyway, you should be a pro." said Nick- the only boyfriend I've ever had.
I beat him with the pillow I had wrapped around my torso, and said "fuck you" with every beat.
I snatched the lyric sheet up. I cannot believe I'm about to sing for a queercore band. Oh God.
Thom reached over the guitar in his lap and pointed to a line in small, nigh-illegible handwriting, "You need to growl this line."
"What does it even say?" Jesus, I'm not even sure if I wanted an answer.
This takes Nick's attention away from the tuner he was trying to set to 'bass'. He cleared his throat then said without hestation, "I'm gonna ram you."
Sigh.
"Roll the 'r' like Morrissey did in 'A Rush And a Push', but as if he ate red meat...and...y'know. Did guys."
"I hear ya', No-Mo."
